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THE FEAR OF NEPA
Lord of darkness
serial joy killer
i detest you
and your ability to make a fine day blue
why do u posses such power over me
how come u have a knack for making my dayseem gloomy
maybe if i had a life
your incompetence wouldnt anger me
your only being u after all
sending your agents to knock our doors
threaten to cut out wires till we dip in our pockets
over charging for services not rendered
witholding your power
at the very moment we pray u wouldnt
but as much as i despise u
and constantly bless u with curses
somehow i thank you
for being the reason i get things done
for a slave i had become
with a permanent seat infront of the television
remote control freak
couch potatoe supreme
but i passed that exam
cause whenever u struck
i picked up that past questions
and put my brain to work
and when i wake up in the morning
before the break of dawn
i go on an ironing mission
for the fear of Nepa,
is the beginning of wisdom!